Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Guinea and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Joyce Sims to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Ronnie Foster,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Aswad,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Evens,
The Monochrome Set,
Prince Buster,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lungfish,
Supertramp,
Mandrill,
the Association,
Monks,
Jimmy McGriff,
cv313,
The Neon Judgement,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pole,
The Searchers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Yusef Lateef,
This Heat,
The Fuzztones,
New York Dolls,
Black Flag,
Crime,
The Doobie Brothers,
Shoche,
The Modern Lovers,
Angry Samoans,
Brothers Johnson,
D'Angelo,
Vladislav Delay,
MDC,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Gun Club,
T.S.O.L.,
Bizarre Inc.,
Outsiders,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Electric Prunes,
Infiniti,
The Fugs,
Unwound,
Jacob Miller,
Janne Schatter,
Deakin,
Ronan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Porter Ricks,
the Sonics,
Cluster,
Archie Shepp,
Masters at Work,
Subhumans,
The Blackbyrds,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ultravox,
Bobby Sherman,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.